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I'm way beyond
the insanity
of my madness
that sometimes
my nights
last for days
I stand
in a boneyard
lit by the glare
of past despair
v e i l e d
in mist and haze
and neverending days
v i s i o n s
illuminate my brain
torrents flood my veins
my heart
staccatos its rhythm
I ' m a w a r e . !
. darkness has never
been so clear
a tear trickles
to taste the dust
at my feet
my toes are dirty
there's muck
under its nails
my heels are cracked
rooted
to the earth
I s e e b e a u t y i n t h i s
bonded
grounded
in the dirt . !
morphed futures
yet untold
a n a g r a m s
of my journey
conjures new meaning
I've travelled
so far west
I'm east
of where I started
u n d a u n t e d
by what I've seen
u n s c a t h e d
by its whisperings
and many temptations
I can die right now
just to live again
t o r e m a i n u n k n o w n
even to myself
to tell my truth
without fear
or favour
we're all caught
in this
unabating
C l u s t e r F u c k
dragging anchors
in so deep
drawing breath
i n t h e m u d
o f
B o n e y a r d s
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